This is a song about "John marston"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat